Murder in a locked room bed and breakfast (7)

There was a creaking sound between Xia Sulan's teeth. She raised her tear-blurred eyes, looked forward, and spoke.

"I hate her, but so what? How much do I earn in a month at the soap factory? It's not even enough to buy my daughter's milk powder. I can exchange her gifts for money, and at least my life will be less stressful. I'm jealous of her, I envy her, and I want to kill her, but I... I can't do it..."

Xia Sulan choked up, as if she was using up all her strength: "As long as she still gives me these valuable things, I will worship her even if she is my enemy. I have nothing. If there is still a little bit of luck that makes others miss me, she can take it..."

At the end, she finally broke down in tears, her shoulders shaking, although less severely than Sun Yuanyuan's, but clearly out of control.

Meng Siqi felt that the interrogation could only end here. She glanced at Han Changlin, and Han Changlin understood, "Okay, let's go here."

Everyone left, Meng Siqi was still the last one to stay, and poured a cup of hot water for Xia Sulan. But this time, Zhao Leiting waited for her to go back together. On the way, Zhao Leiting said, "Why do I feel that it's a bit difficult? Did they already string together the confessions so that no one would speak?"

Meng Siqi was a little tired and didn't say anything. The two interrogations were over, and only Ding Qian was left. She knew Ding Qian, who was more rational than the other two. If the two of them didn't confess, Ding Qian estimated that it would be more difficult. However, no matter how slim the hope was, she had to try.

Considering Ding Qian's calm personality and strong opinions, perhaps Ding Qian is the main culprit.

As expected, after entering the interrogation room, Ding Qian was the most calm. Her eyes followed everyone as they entered, sat down, and put away paper and pen. She seemed ready to be interrogated.

Meng Siqi knew that Ding Qian was a tough nut to crack, but she had to get her, so she said straight to the point: "Ding Qian, we already have evidence against you, and I hope you will listen carefully."

Ding Qian raised her chin slightly, as if she was listening.

"Ding Qian, after leaving the textile factory, you must have had many ideas and aspirations for your future life. After changing several jobs, you soon met your ex-husband, Lu Pengfei. Lu Pengfei was a city dweller with a good family background. You, who lived in the countryside, fell in love with him because he had a city hukou, and you got married soon."

"Maybe at the beginning, Lu Pengfei was nice to you, and you even fantasized about spending the rest of your life with him and having a child..."

As Meng Siqi spoke, she observed Ding Qian's expression. She found that Ding Qian's expression did not change much, and was even a little cold. It seemed that she might be more indifferent about that period of time.

She continued, "But life after marriage is different from what you imagined. The sweetness of love is gone, and only oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar are left. You have become the main labor force of this family, cooking, washing clothes and even carrying a basin for Lu Pengfei to wash his feet. Lu Pengfei is a city person, and he has been pampered since childhood. He married you and regarded you as an old mother who served him, but you had no choice, because all this was the result of your careful selection, and you can only suffer the consequences."

Having said this, Meng Siqi finally noticed that Ding Qian's eyelids moved, as if she didn't want to listen to her description, but also seemed to be controlling her emotions.

"But the good times didn't last long. Lu Pengfei wasn't like you thought, who would just be content once you served him well. You worked hard for two or three years, your fingers became rough, and your face became old and pale. You slowly felt that you were much older than your peers, but Lu Pengfei began to dislike you at this time, saying that you did this wrong and that wrong. As the saying goes, seven years of marriage is itchy, but Lu Pengfei couldn't wait seven years. He disliked you for being old and ugly at home, and found a new woman outside."

"You are a strong woman at heart. You can tolerate his tyranny, but you cannot tolerate his betrayal, so you proposed a divorce. Unexpectedly, you fell into Lu Pengfei's trap and he agreed. You thought you could get a share of the property after having an affair, but Lu Pengfei had already prepared for it. Not only did he not leave you a penny, he also took all your money. You are poorly educated, do not have a strong sense of the law, and do not know how to use the law to protect your own interests. In this marriage, you are a complete loser..."

When it came to this, Meng Siqi clearly felt that Ding Qian was biting her lips, and there was evasion in her eyes. She seemed to be very resistant to this matter, but she was powerless and could only let others tell the story.

"After your marriage failed, your life was bleak, but the other person, Long Shanwen, who always treated you as a sister, was full of charm and beauty. She invited you to her birthday party again, and when you made a wish, she told you that she wanted to exchange her gift for your good luck. You must have felt contempt in your heart, but you had no way to refute it. You took her gift, but you didn't treasure it as you said. You sold the watch and the necklace to relatives and friends at a low price. You didn't like Long Shanwen, you hated her, you hated her for taking away your luck, so you decided to kill her."

After Meng Siqi said this, Ding Qian felt a little uncomfortable. She shook her neck a few times, and her lips were bloody from biting them tightly, but she didn't notice it.

She was struggling with herself. She seemed to be on the verge of collapse and was trying to pull herself back.

She suddenly raised her head and looked directly at Meng Siqi. Meng Siqi did not see tears in her eyes, but saw a few strands of bright red blood.

Ding Qian almost glared at him and said, "What grounds do you have to say that I killed her just because I didn't live a good life? I did live a bad life, that was the misfortune that my life brought me, what does that have to do with Long Shanwen. Just because Long Shanwen lived a good life, you think I should kill her, there are so many people living a good life in this world, so many, can I kill them all?"

This sentence gave Meng Siqi a blow. She was right. Not everyone would have the motive to kill because of jealousy. Maybe Ding Qian was not like that. But now facing so many unsolved doubts, Ding Qian's words could not prove anything.

Similarly, Meng Siqi's description could not explain anything. The secret room was too perfect without any flaws. Only absolutely certain evidence could convict Ding Qian.

She said calmly, "It's no use being complacent, Ding Qian, so let's wait for evidence."

After returning to the office after the interrogation, Meng Siqi's mood almost hit rock bottom. In fact, the entire interrogation seemed to be a failure.

Feng Shaomin seemed to sense her emotions and walked towards her, saying calmly, "Xiao Meng, don't have any ideas. This is a very normal interrogation process. No suspect will give in easily. Otherwise, there would be no unsolved cases in this world."

"Master, did they leave the police station in a while?"

Feng Shaomin nodded and immediately said, "Don't worry. As long as we have new evidence, we can still bring the criminals to justice. Next, we will dig deeper into the details and go to the B&B to collect evidence. I believe that no matter how perfect the scene is, there will always be loopholes."

"I understand. Thank you, Master."

In the next few days, Feng Shaomin led them to search for clues and continued to visit some people who knew them, including Xia Sulan's husband Dong Dahe, Ding Qian's ex-husband Lu Pengfei, and Sun Yuanyuan's ex-boyfriend Jiang Tian. During the visits, they had basically the same views on the three people. They were the kind of people who worked hard and were not very familiar with their relationship with Long Shanwen.

Because of the pressure of life, they may have developed this kind of hardworking and submissive attitude, so in life, they are mostly bullied.

During the interview with Long Shanwen's husband Shen Song, his emotions were relatively stable, but every time he mentioned Long Shanwen's name, he would pause and breathe heavily. He hoped that the police would solve the case as soon as possible, and he wanted to bury Long Shanwen properly so that she would leave without regrets.

In Meng Siqi's opinion, Shen Song had deep feelings for Long Shanwen, and perhaps he loved Long Shanwen, so among these four people, Long Shanwen was once happy.

After several days of investigation, all the clues about the three people seemed to be getting slimmer and slimmer, and Meng Siqi fell into a state of self-doubt.

She repeatedly sorted out the transcripts and compared them with the on-site trace inspection report and the autopsy report. She found that there were no suspicious points that were missed. The statements of Ding Qian and the other two were too perfect. For example, their expressions on the use of the knife were very similar.

If it was a conspiracy, then everything can be explained, but unfortunately there is still no reliable evidence.

Meng Siqi also discovered one thing, that is, she has not obtained any footage until now. She has been to the scene, met the suspect, and seen the corpse. These carriers that may have brought her footage in the past seemed to have passed her by this time.

Maybe she didn't get a good look at Long Shanwen's body that day, so she wanted to go and take a look, hoping to find something new.

When they walked into the forensic office, Chen Jierong was sitting there. Meng Siqi specifically explained the reason, and Chen Jierong immediately agreed and took her to the morgue.

Long Shanwen's body had just undergone an autopsy. In the cold storage of the morgue, the staff lifted the body bag onto the metal plate. Chen Jierong walked forward and unzipped the body bag. As before, she carefully pulled it to the bottom and opened the body bag completely.

Long Shanwen's body was completely exposed in front of Meng Siqi. Compared with before, Meng Siqi's psychological threshold for corpses has been greatly improved. With Chen Jierong here, she was not afraid at all. She took the initiative to move forward a few steps, standing next to the corpse to observe the details closely.

Compared to the scene, Long Shanwen's eyes were closed, his eyelids were purple, and the sides of his nose and lips also had this color. Meng Siqi knew that this should be the color change caused by the cooling of blood after freezing.

The deceased's face was ashen, her mouth slightly open, and her teeth vaguely visible. At first glance, it was a bit scary, but judging from her face shape, Long Shanwen was a pretty beauty.

During these few days of visits, she also collected photos of the victims. They had the kind of beauty that makes people remember them at first sight, with a little family air, but delicate eyebrows and eyes. Although she was once poor and her face was thin and yellow in early photos, it was obvious that the life in recent years had taken care of her and her skin was very white.

Further down, there was a very long wound on the chest of the deceased. The wound had been cleaned and had no blood stains. The inside of the wound was reddish-brown, and the edges were neatly cut. The size of the wound was larger than that of the fruit knife blade, probably caused by skin eversion.

She had seen Chen Jierong's detailed description in the autopsy report. The victim was stabbed before his death. Because of the contraction of the skin muscles around the wound, it turned outward on both sides.

The fatal injury was caused by the fruit knife at the scene, and the autopsy has already confirmed it. Apart from this fatal injury, there are no other wounds on Long Shanwen's body, not even obvious scars, which means that the murderer was well prepared in advance and even found the fatal position of the body, and killed him with one blow.

At this moment, that familiar feeling of dizziness came over her again. Having experienced it many times, Meng Siqi was already familiar with this feeling. As if it was a omen, she gently clenched her fists and supported the temple on her forehead.

A picture appeared in front of her eyes. It was a dim night, and Meng Siqi could still see spots of light on the ground. They should be the light and shadows left by the colored lights that had not been turned off.

The picture seemed to be a bird's-eye view from her perspective. A hand wrapped in a yellow tablecloth steadily grabbed the wrist with blood on the ground. Meng Siqi concluded that the murderer must have grabbed her wrist after Long Shanwen's death.

As the murderer's hand moved, Long Shanwen's index finger drew a circle on the ground with blood. The circle was broken at one o'clock and did not close completely, probably because there was a brief deviation between the murderer's movement and Long Shanwen's index finger.

Then, the murderer moved Long Shanwen's palm to the middle position, with his index finger at the center of the circle. The murderer made a pulling-down motion, but the blood on Long Shanwen's fingertips had been wiped off.

The murderer paused briefly and picked up her wrist, perhaps wanting to use her index finger to stain some blood nearby, but the action stopped and the murderer decisively put down her palm.

In an instant, the picture seemed to be sucked into a whirlpool, like a stream of light slowly shrinking towards the center, and the picture disappeared.

The aftershocks brought by the picture are not strong. Compared with the previous pictures, this picture is lighter and at least there is no bloodiness that hurts the eyes.

But this feeling still made Meng Siqi feel briefly dizzy. She tried hard to stand still and didn't want Chen Jierong to worry about her.

She stayed beside Long Shanwen's body for a while, but did not find out more information. Perhaps the scene just now had already filled her mind, and she had no time to explore other secrets.

When she turned around and prepared to leave, Chen Jierong had a slight worry on her face. It seemed that her dizziness just now should have been revealed. Chen Jierong did not help her directly, but after walking out of the morgue, Chen Jierong pulled her hand and said, "Siqi, you must get enough rest. Long Shanwen's case is not urgent."

"Thank you, Sister Rong. I will be obedient."

After observing Long Shanwen's body, it was already past the working hours. Meng Siqi felt increasingly heavy in her heart. She picked up her backpack from the desk in her office and walked towards the gate of the police station step by step. Outside, dark clouds were gathering over Jinyang's sky, and it seemed that a heavy rain was about to come.

A colleague who was leaving the house and knew her called out to her, "Xiao Meng, remember to bring an umbrella."

She nodded instinctively, took small steps, and walked towards the road, heading for the bus stop where she waited every day.

She suddenly realized that she was wrong, all her assumptions were wrong!